#liz watches voltron

[ropebunnykant]

gnomtron. if you will

[hypotheticalwoman]

My Favourite Monster

This is my favourite enemy design in the entire series so far. Just look at it. I think this one is called Drazil? Anyway you kind of have to see it in motion to really appreciate it but I love how it looks sorta like a ray and sorta like a squid and sorta like an angler fish and sorta like the Angel of the North

See?

Anyway this is just some top class monster design and I applaud whoever was responsible.

[wantonlywindswept]

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MORE IS COMING OCTOBER 13

OH THANK GOD

[purposeofmymind]

UM

DID ANYONE ELSE

NOTICE THESE TWO

STILL HOLDING EACH OTHER

[annoyinglyjovialbird]

Voltron: Next Generation

A Portentous Warning: II

Word Count: 3010

The weekly meeting with Curtis on Earth and the crew of the Coeus happened on the day the teens were covering the bridge. Kova and Allie rushed past the kitchen, where the adults were eating whatever Hunk and Cake managed to make. Down the hallway, past the sleeping quarters, past Shiro's room, and to the left, was the bridge through the only doorway to the right. Kova never broke her stride, reaching out to grab her podium. Allie hadn't bandaged Kova's hands, leaving them still bruised and bloodied. Caleb, who had walked in seconds earlier, turned his chair around as Allie walked past to sit in her chair. Kova looked up at Caleb's turning, seeing the lavender fabric in his hands. He tossed the bundle to her like a basketball, and Kova managed to catch it. She had managed to put it on and pull the sleeves down to cover her knuckles when Krolia turned around. 

"Kovalia," Krolia said, noticing the teen standing at her console. "I was wondering when you would come." 

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Kova said. She leaned on her console, hiding her knuckles in the bend of her elbows as Krolia approached the podium. 

"Um, sorry," Liz said. She and Cake were gaping at the sight of the Galra. "When did we meet?" 

"Cap, you can't secrets from us," Cake whined, puppy dog eyes in full view.

"Your team?" Krolia asked, looking at Kova again. The teen had closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, hoping to ignore the other two members. 

"Yep." She opened her eyes. "We have something to ask you." 

"About cargo." Krolia placed a hand on her hip. "I recall. What is it and where is it going?" At that, the teen sucked in her lips and took a breath. 

"Vatos," Kova called. Krolia, confused, turned around at the toddler that had been coloring in the corner. His sheets of paper were in disarray, with crudely made crayons in his fists. When Kova said his name, the little boy looked up with a toothy smile. "Hi," Kova said, giving a little wave. Vatos waved his fist before returning to his scribbles. 

"No." Krolia was quick in her response. "Kovalia, I am not and will not become responsible for the child." 

"Please?" Kova pleaded. "We can't safely transport him without running into the Fire." Krolia sighed, looking at the little boy. Vatos had managed to draw a mess of yellow, red, green, blue, and black. He stood, walked over to Cake's console, and proudly held up the paper to show it to Cake. Cake fawned over the picture, telling Vatos what a great job he had done. Krolia closed her eyes in defeat. 

"Where is he going?" She asked, turning her head to face Kova. It didn't help that Kova was trying to hide a victorious smile. 

"Earth, if possible." 

"Not Altea?" 

"If the Emperor were to become aware of the war, he would order all available troops to prepare," Allie cut in. "All of our citizens would be rehomed, and travel to Earth for refuge. Altea won't be safe." 

"Like Daibazaal," Krolia said, her voice low. "Alright, I'll do it. But I expect something in return, Kovalia." 

"You have my word." Kova rolled her eyes, sending off a message to Kenny. Since Kenny had been in charge of the toddler, Kenny was also assigned to prep a bag in case the deal came through. "Kenny will bring the bag, and Vatos is all yours." 

"You're lucky I was already on my way here." Speak of the devil. The door opened up and quickly closed behind him, tossing the bag to Kova. Kova, in turn, tossed it to Krolia. "Hey, Grandma," Kenny said, waving. "Wait, Grandma?!" 

"Kenneth, correct?" Krolia asked Kova, swinging Vatos's bag over her shoulder. Kova nodded. Cake explained, as well as you could explain to a kid, that Krolia was going to take him somewhere safe. 

"Where Mommy is?" Vatos asked. Cake's smile faltered. Allie's shoulders sagged. Caleb didn't meet the little boy's eyes. Kova moved, descending the staircase to Cake's level, and sat down on the step. "Where's Mommy?" 

"Mommy will join you later," Kova said, smiling at the little boy. "But she wanted us to keep you safe. So that's what we're going to do. Is that okay?" After a tick, the little boy nodded. "Good. Krolia, the woman over there, is going to take you to Earth. One of my dads is going to take care of you when you get there. Okay?" 

"Okay." Another head nod from the little boy. "Will I be able to color on my way there?" Kova shrugged, picking up the little boy so he rested on her hip. 

"You're going to have to ask Krolia," Kova said. "But I think she will." Kova had leaned in to stage-whisper in his ear, causing the little boy to giggle. Kova approached Krolia, handing Vatos to her. The little boy wrapped his arms around Krolia's neck to look over her shoulder at Allie and Caleb. Allie gave a small little wave and touched her markings. Caleb smiled at the little boy, only staring at him. 

"Until next time, Kovalia," Krolia said on her way out, heading towards the emergency exit to the right of the doorway. 

"Until next time, Krolia," Kova said softly, crossing her arms. After a few minutes, the Coeus shook again, and an escape pod flew past their window. The teens watched the pod until it was unclear if they were looking at a ship or a star. 

"How long has Grandma been here?" Kenny exclaimed, finally unfreezing from his stance. 

"Not long." Kova turned around, hoping to end the conversation. "This isn't—"

"Is the first time she's been on the ship?" Kenny asked, staring at Kova with wide eyes. Kova pursed her lips. With a raised eyebrow, she waited until Kenny finished.

"No, this is not the first time she's been on the ship." Kova walked over and climbed the stairs one syllable at a time until she reached the floor. "No, she hasn't asked how the ship is running and who fixed it." Kova finally made it to her console, pushing Kenny aside. He stood with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. He was shocked. Anyone else would. 

"She probably thinks it was you," Kenny spoke at last. Kova did what she could to not roll her eyes. 

"I can't speak for other people's thoughts, Ken." 

"Everyone else would." With that, Kenny marched out. Kova looked after him. If it wasn't her shift. Kenny would have to wait. 

The day stretched into the next, where the teens switched off with the adults. Liz and Cake offered to teach Pidge and Hunk about the little upgrades they had managed to do with their spare time. They admitted it was mostly Kova, but they helped. 

Kova, on the other hand, stood in front of Kenny's door. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore her blue dress and leggings under her lavender sweater since her gray vest was given to Keith. She held only a tablet in her hands as she stared into the door. Liz, Cake, and Caleb were pulling out all the stops since Kenny decided to stay in his room today. With a deep breath, Kova knocked and opened the door. 

The room was dark, save only for a distant red light. Kenny had turned part of the closet into a  vertical garden. Kova wasn't sure if the plants were already here pre-launch, or if they were collected over their trip so far, but it was a mystery. Immediately to the right of the doorway, the door to the ensuite bathroom lay, also dark. Across from the door, a bundle of blankets lay on the bed. The door closed behind Kova as she approached. The only shifted when Kova sat on the corner closest to the pillow and the wall. Pulling an outermost blanket away, Kenny's head of brown hair appeared from the bundle. At least he was still here. 

"Ken," Kova said softly. "Kenny, look at me." 

"Go away." Kenny's voice was hoarse. "Go be perfect somewhere else." The mountain of sheets moved as Kenny tried to merge with the wall. 

"Kenny," Kova tried to say. 

"Kova this, Kova that." His voice was mocking. "'Why can't you be more like Kova?' 'If Kova weren't the Colonel's kid, I would've thought she was my grandkid.' 'Kova's everything everyone wants.' 'Kova is perfection." Kova hadn't said a word while Kenny mocked the comments. She almost jumped out of her skin when he turned his head to glare at her. "Why do you have to be so perfect for everyone?" He turned back around, almost slamming his head against the wall. Kova retracted her hand from the blanket, but she hadn't moved off the bed. As the blood that rushed in Kenny's ear calmed down, he noticed Kova had yet to make a sound. He turned around again, looking at her face. Those pretty amber eyes were downcast, filled with so much sadness and hurt, Kenny wished he could take his words back. 

"I wasn't perfect enough for them." Kova's voice held just as much sadness as her eyes. "I have to fight with that every day. It doesn't help that eyes are always on me." Kenny waited as Kova took a deep breath. "I'm the Colonel's kid. I'm a top student. I'm the jack of all trades. I don't' have time to wallow, to process my feelings. I wish I did." Kova's eyes moved from her lap to Kenny's. "I wish I could be invisible, to not be the center of attention, to not worry about failing."

"You wish you were me." Kenny finished her sentence. A rueful smile appeared on her face, nodding gently. 

"I wish I could do what you did." Kova continued before Kenny could say more. "You rebuilt, upgraded, and in some places, restored this massive outdated ship without anyone ever noticing." With a hesitant hand, Kova ruffled Kenny's messy hair. "Sam would be proud. So would Matt."

"What about Colleen?" Kova scoffed as she returned her hand to the tablet in her hand. 

"Colleen has always been proud of her grandkids, whether they became evil emperors, homebodies, or high-ranking soldiers." Kenny smiled, playfully glaring at Kova. He sat up in bed, pushing his glasses onto his nose. That was when he saw the tablet in Kova's hands. 

"What's that for?" He asked, pointing at the tablet. Kova looked down and smiled. 

"I was hoping you would watch some old videos with me." She looked up, holding the tablet in front of her chest. "From before." 

"Before?" Kenny asked, looking between the tablet and Kova. "Like, /before/ before? Before the Achlys?"

"Before everything." 

"Let's do it!" Kenny said, excited. He scooched over to leave some room for Kova, who leaned into his pillows uncomfortably. They were much too soft. The tablet turned on and Kova clicked on a video file hidden under a folder labeled 'KHK'. 

The first video opened with a dark screen, with muffled voices over it. At last, the camera opened to reveal a toddler. The little girl had short black hair with a little ponytail on top of her head, held in place by a red hair clip. The toddler had big light brown eyes, with her tongue intermittently darting in and out of her mouth. As the camera zoomed out, more of the toddler's outfit was revealed. She wore a long-sleeved red shirt with a bow in the middle and ladybugs where her pockets would be, and a pair of light gray pants covered in little ladybugs and red shoes tap shoes. Her playful smile at the camera quickly turned into giggles as someone behind the camera bounced their dark pants-covered leg up and down. The toddler turned her attention from the camera to whoever was there. 

"Klance!" She shouted happily, squealing. 

"How come you're 'Klance', but I'm 'Unatt'?" Matt said off-screen. The little toddler turned her head to presumably Matt with a smile. 

"Untt!" The camera zoomed out further until the backs of Lance and Matt's heads could be seen. Lance had thrown his head back in laughter. The toddler, now assumed to be Kova, giggled again. 

"At least you're 'Untt' now." Lance was holding little Kova, bouncing her on his leg. 

"Be careful, Uncle Lance." The camera turned, giving a full view of what was the Kogane family home. With a turn of his head and across a floor shift, Lance looked at the dining table, where Kenny met his eyes. "TJ is gonna get really mad if you drop her." 

"I know, Ken," Lance replied, grabbing little Kova's waist and holding her above his head. "She's just a little daredevil." 

"She wouldn't be if you left her alone." The camera turned, flying over the armrest to focus on Pidge. She wore a long-sleeved green shirt, hands planted on the kitchen counter. Her eyes, matching the toddlers, were hard. 

"Sorry, Pidge," Matt said, and the camera flew to the other side of the room. "But if she weren't a little daring, she wouldn't be walking, talking, or potty-trained." 

"Yeah, Pidge," Lance said, finally lowering the little girl. She sat down on his lap, facing where the TV would've been. Matt handed her a stuffed ladybug, which she gladly accepted. "Pretty soon, little Kyla will be riding a bike into town." 

Before Pidge could respond, a giant wolf appeared in front of the couch. Lance, who had been reclining, sat up to secure a hold on the toddler. Matt nearly jumped onto the couch. Kyla, with the black and blue wolf only inches from her face, screamed. The wolf's bright yellow eyes turned to face the screaming child, approaching her to sniff. As Kyla calmed down, about to reach out to pet the wolf, it disappeared. After the moment of shock passed, Kyla was lifted again to stand on Uncle Lance's lap. 

"That was Kosmo," Matt said, coming down from the couch. 

"Y'know what that means, Ky?" Uncle Lance smiled up at the little girl, who smiled back. "Daddy's home!" 

"Daddy!" 

Behind the couch, the front door opened. Keith, muttering something was wrong with the wolf, walked into his home. He wore his Blade of Marmora suit, recognizing him as a high-ranking member. 

"Daddy!" Kyla exclaimed, bouncing up and down. "Daddy! Daddy!" 

"Hey, Lance," Keith greeted, finally seeing the child. "I didn't know you had a kid." Both Lance and Matt looked at each other, then at Pidge, who was trying to blend in with the fridge. That was when TJ emerged from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

"Dad!" He all but shouted. TJ's hair was shorter, cropped at the nape. He wore a familiar red and white jacket over a forest green shirt and black pants. TJ, with arms outstretched, walked towards Keith, who did the same. As Keith let go of his oldest, he walked past his second and ruffled his hair on his way to the counter to finally see his wife. It was quick. It could've been missed. Little Kenny, still sitting at the dining table, passed a note to TJ as he took a seat. TJ's smile fell as he read the note. He looked up to meet Kenny's eyes and Kenny gave a quick nod. 

"Hey, Uncle Lance?" Kenny said, a little too loud for an inside voice. "Does Kyla need to go to the bathroom?" 

"I don't know, Ken." Lance caught on quick, meeting the little girl's eyes. "Kyla, do you need to go to the bathroom?" She shook her head. "Are you hungry?" She shook her head again. "Are you tired?" At that, she nodded her head. A yawn followed, and Kyla started rubbing her eyes. 

"I'll take her to bed," TJ said, standing up from his chair. "She's our little sister, anyway." Keith looked up at his son, watched him pick up the little girl dressed in red, and walk deeper into the house. Keith stared at Pidge, who had only closed her eyes. Kenny silently slid out of his chair, walked to the couch, and sat in between Lance and Matt. He was staring right at the camera. 

"So," Kenny said. "What's the camera's name?" Both Lance and Matt now stared directly at the camera. 

"Chad?"

"Why?" Lance asked, staring at Matt. "How about Buddy?" The camera did something, earning Lance's attention. For a brief second, the lens turned colors before returning to normal. Lance smiled. "Buddy it is, I guess." 

"Okay, Buddy," Kenny said, and the camera deactivated. 

Kova paused the video before it could continue. She looked up at Kenny, now fifteen years older than the video. He pushed his glasses up as he stared at the dark screen.

"I, uh, didn't know Buddy's deactivation phrase," Kenny said, laughing. "But it was boring afterward anyway. TJ came back out after putting you down and admired the camera. It wasn't until he realized that the camera could've captured an unflattering angle when he asked if it was on." 

"Uncle Matt talked you through it, right?"

"Yeah." He smiled at the memory. "I was the only one who knew the phrase, besides you."

"I remembered." She smiled, too. "I always turned it on whenever something was happening. And if I didn't turn it on, Pops or Dad did." 

"Who made the video?" Kenny reached his hand out to Kova, who handed over the tablet. "There's, like, an hour and a half left." 

"Probably Pops." Kova shrugged. "Maybe it was Buddy. I just know that the video has been under my file for years and has only grown." Kova stood, stretching her arms. 

"Thanks for that, Ky," Kenny said. Kova froze mid-stretch. "I really needed that."

"What? The memory?" 

"The before." 

Kova smiled, holding her hand out. Kenny handed her the tablet, watching as she turned and walked towards the door. No words were said between the two, but the nostalgia hit them all the same.

[heroes-never-discourse]

So, there was an afterbuzz interview with the Voltron creators....

Man I've just like. Had absolutely no desire to seek out talk about Voltron. I've made my peace with the ending and I've holed myself away in my little Sheith and Allurance corner like I've been doing since I started watching the show and I've been happy there.

I have skimmed over some talk about it on Liz's blog and that's about all the interest I can care to give. I'm glad to have it confirmed that the epilogue was a last minute addition and that the ending was supposed to be kinda open, that's nice that's what I wanted to hear four months ago.

Which is my main point of irritation. I dunno what the situation was concerning talking about it but I really wish they'd done this like, four months ago. We just went way too long without a goddamn word about it that now I can't help but just be like

[solange-lol]

tagged by @jayjay-graceless and probably some other people but tbh ive forgotten

rules: answer the questions then tag ten people you want to learn better

name: e(liz)abeth

star sign: libra

height: like 5′5 but just barely

middle name: mae

put your music playlist on shuffle and list the first four songs: You Let Me Walk Alone by Micheal Schulte, Falling For Ya from Teen Beach Movie, Toy by Netta, All Time Low by Jon Bellion

ever had a poem/song about you?: i think my friend wrote a poem about me as a joke in 7th grade but i cant remember

last time you played air guitar?: never bc why air guitar when you can actually play guitar

celebrity crush?: DODIEDODIEDODIEDODIE <33

sound you love?: the sound of ross lynch singing “i dont wanna make it stop” in cant stop singing from tbm (i love ross lynch okay)

sound you hate?: fire alarms. i had to listen to one go off in my room every 10 minutes in the middle of the night bc it was broken and my mom didnt know how to fix it and didnt want to uninstall it

do you believe in ghosts?: i sleep in a haunted attic so yeah

aliens?: ive watched so much voltron ill just say yeah

do you drive?: no but it would be really useful if i could

have you ever crashed?: on a bike yeah

do you like the smell of gasoline?: who fuckin likes the smell of gasoline

last movie you watched?: the greatest showman

any obsessions?: percy jackson, voltron, and any rainbow rowell book

do you hold grudges?: no im weak and i break really easily

in a relationship?: no thank god i could not survive in a relationship rn

tagging: @bellecesca @g3mstone @percyseggos @underworldystuff @ditigaba @yikiesdotexe @temporary-teddycup @anonomonomous99 @liloloveyou024 @vlindervin7

[oasisofbabel]

1 Intro - (working title: not a voltron fanfic)

Rebecca Athena Promachos

<Let’s see; four gun emplacements, thirty some armed Crădyn, and a VITA walker,>[Joy] Tyler’s voice drifted into my mind, projected through the air on a tightly aimed infrared beam.

<We planned for this; we knew the walker might come into play the moment we found out they’d taken it,>[Confident] I projected.

Six confirmations pulsed back at me, hidden among the electromagnetic spectrum under encryption that would make it look like random noise to anyone else. The pulse carried various other bits of data with it, and my body dutifully implanted the direction of each pulse into my mind to confirm that the others were in position around the pirate camp.

The camp was built from camouflaged tarp and rough-cut wood, likely gathered from the swamps around it. Pallets and pallets of hard cases stood under tarps meant mostly to hide them from overhead eyes. If we were right, there were millions of credits worth of black-market weaponry holed up in this camp – as well as the VITA walker we’d tracked to find this place.

The VITA was by far the most modern weapon these pirates owned, all the rest were ancient things but in good repair. The VITA could sprint through almost any terrain and carry its rifled cannon into the battlefield with it, unlike the Crădyn whose myriad of shelled legs didn’t give them a lot of maneuverability to begin with. The VITA’s mounted gun could tear through our armor, and if it managed to hit one of us with its cannon … well, best not to think of that sort of thing.

We crouched in thick undergrowth, on the dark side of a tiny moon orbiting a banded gas giant. A storm plagued this part of the little world, further hiding us in the gloom. Even to the ever-watchful sensors of the VITA walker and its vigilant turret we were practically invisible. Infrared detection would see a silhouette breaking temperature pattern built directly into the hardened plates of our armor, and the same plates could absorb LIDAR and other radiation.

The aliens couldn’t see us. The walking gun couldn’t see us. But I could see everything: Two binocular eyes that could pick out the lice crawling on the pirates and tell me that they were exactly one hundred and six point three meters away from me; two more monocular eyes that extended my peripheral vision until I could practically see in all directions at once and into spectrum bands well beyond color. A fifth “eye” buried in my skull could even see gravity.

<I see two Crădyn with recoilless rifles> Elizabeth reported. <Nine rifles of various make, and the rest are armed with spears.> With her pulse came a long list of data that my body quickly parsed through, confirming what I’d suspected since we arrived.

<Liz, Tyler, John, Evan: you round up the Crădyn, capture who you can and silence resistance quickly>[Command] I pulsed. <James, Kelly, and I will collect the VITA.>[Command]

Six confirmations projected back to me, and when I sent the pulse to move we would switch out of silent running and strike at the same time.

Silent running mode stiffened the muscles and closed the armor around my joints, face, and over the exhaust ports along my spine. I was invisible, but stiff and slow. The moment I intended to move, however, my entire body unlocked.

I pulsed the others and willed myself into motion in the next instant. At my will electricity flared through my skin: it flexed muscles attached to my armor plates in critical points to pull them out of the way, and finally unlock my limbs so they could really move. With my nose and the exhausts along my spine finally free to breathe the turbine in my chest screamed to life. Joints free and air flowing through our radiators we exploded up the hill with titanium claws extended.

We crossed into the camp in four seconds, sixty-five tonnes of screaming metal and polymer slammed into the side of the walker at nearly one hundred kilometers per hour. James and I ducked our heads at the last moment, contacting with the horns on our heads. Kelly slammed into it in a full body tackle. Our combined momentum launched the much heavier vehicle off three of its trunk-like legs and we pushed against it.

James’s turbine screamed louder as he urged the VITA to tip over onto its side, but caught itself and teetered but would not fall. He was the largest and strongest among all of us, but even with Kelly and I we simply could not hold it. The VITA’s legs kicked and curled as its inertia saved it, and gravity began to overcome us.

In the back of my mind update pulses from the others flashed across my perception: They’d routed or killed the armed Crădyn that had been on patrol. Evan had cleared a command tent, but whoever had been running the camp was long gone. Various data leaked in with every update, but it was nothing unexpected, so I didn’t bother to comprehend any of it.

As it was, without its troop support we could take down the VITA with impunity.

I pulsed at James and Kelly and we dropped the VITA back onto all six legs. I moved quickly to latch my jaw over its cannon and the others surrounded it. The cannon fired into the ground and I felt the recoil wrench at my entire body, but it wasn’t enough to shake me loose. It dragged me along the ground as it tried to back away or turn its turret, but the turret lacked the strength of the legs and could not maneuver the gun with my weight hanging off it.

Kelly and James leapt onto the VITA’s back and together nearly drove it to the ground. James braced himself against the cannon and wrapped his jaws around the mounted gun to twist it away. It barked angrily but compared to the cannon in my mouth its recoil was nothing; if he wanted to I suspected James might be able to rip it off.

Kelly scrambled to get her teeth into the hatch, chewing on where she hoped the latch or the hinge was. Electricity arced as the capacitors mounted inside her mouth discharged into the VITA, it was a long shot but in simpler systems the shock could open electronic locks all on its own. When the shock failed to be effective she started on the seal between the hatch and the hull. Her claws and hardened steel teeth quickly opened a tiny crack that the pressurized air of the cabin hissed out of.

Kelly pulsed at James and they switched places. She took the gun and gave it its own shock to try to deter the gunner from firing any more, and James attacked the hatch with the sharpened armor on his nose. Essentially a head mounted axe, James swung the entire weight of his head into the crack Kelly had made for him and wedged open a hole in the hatch.

A sidearm barked inside the cabin and James flinched as the plasma deflected off his armor. He dove back in and used his jaws to open the hole just enough that the fuel pumps in the back of his throat could spray accelerant into the cabin.

The panicked hissing from the Crădyn had been subdued before, but it rose to a crescendo now. I activated the radio sitting between my shoulders and aimed a high-powered radio burst at the antennas attached to the walker, demanding immediate surrender. The walker capitulated through the Crădyn equivalent of violent coughing.

The hatch unlocked, and James backed off as the Crădyn rushed out of the VITA, desperate for fresh air in their gills. Kelly herded the crew of six away from the tank and circled them, just in case the oily fuel that was soaking into the creases between their shell plates wasn’t threat enough for them.

With the VITA and its crew secured I recalled the others, who gathered the few prisoners they’d secured and made their way toward our position at the walker. John arrived first and took a running leap over the VITA, close enough to James that he had to flinch back to avoid being hit. John landed in front of the huddled crew and revved his turbine in an imitation of a scream.

<Stand down!> I pulsed as the Crădyn startled.

John froze instantly. He didn’t broadcast it, but I could almost sense his shame as he began dutifully inspecting the other members of the pack for damage. He spent more time with Kelly, checking to see if her botched tackle had hurt her.

Tyler arrived a moment later dragging a pair of Crădyn across the ground in a net that was still attached to the mechanism mounted in the back of his throat. Elizabeth was close behind and quickly deployed her own net over the VITA crew with a pneumatic hiss.

Evan approached in a relaxed trot and hopped casually up onto the crouched VITA alongside James. Evan leaned over the hatch and I braced myself as a set of segmented legs pulled a small drone free from the mount at the back of Evan’s throat. It dropped into the tank and I could hear its little legs as it moved into the pilot seat and began to manipulate the controls.

[Disgust] Kelly broadcast as she turned her head away.

<I still say the drone is grosser than the nets>[Mirth] James noted.

<”Grosser” isn’t a word>[Mirth] I broadcast idly with a shake of my head.

<I said it didn’t I?>[Smug]

<So gross!>[Disgust] Kelly’s whole body shivered, and even though neither broadcast it I could almost picture the ear to ear grin James and Evan would be wearing.

I only remembered to activate our retrieval beacon as an afterthought, too caught up in the bantering that James had started. I may have prided myself in being able to read the squad, but James had an uncanny ability to derail concentration.

Evan stood the tank up with jerky motions. I could only imagine how difficult it was to pilot the drone, using the drone to remotely pilot the walker had to be ridiculously awkward. Add James’s pestering and that a VITA wasn’t very graceful to begin with when compared to us and it was a miracle Evan could even stand the thing up, let alone get it walking. Nothing that any alien had ever built could possibly match up with even one of us.

I knew the tank could easily reach forty kilometers per hour in the muck of the swamps, but we could double that easily – more on favorable terrain. Wide webbed paws kept our weight spread across unstable footing, while this walker would sink into the ground and move by sheer strength and mass alone. If they flipped, turning back over was an awkward affair – but we were agile, enough that we could twist and turn in the air.

The walker was blind and dumb, even compared to James who only had two eyes. Most of us had at least four bioelectronic eyes, both in binocular and monocular position. A second artificial brain hooked directly into our own meant information processing and reaction time was almost instant. No alien pilot or system could compete.

A roar shook the air at the approach of the SST Stargazer, our modified System Security Transport. A moment later and the clouds opened around the ship. The clouds swirled around it as it circled the camp and lowered itself down until its hangar doors were level with the hill. Only the very front balanced on the soft soil of the hill, the rest was supported by its reactionless drives and the generously sized grove it had crushed in the process of landing.

Before the doors even opened our Director was on the radio, she growled and yipped over the airwaves to demand my presence on the bridge immediately.

Evan piloted the tank toward the hangar door as it opened, heedless of the ranks of furry Centillan officers filing out to collect the contents of the camp. The cavernous interior of the hangar slowly revealed itself, eventually just wide enough to carefully walk the VITA through. We rushed in ahead of it, and while the rest secured the cargo and prisoners I moved to my rack.

Seven metallic frames circled the hangar, my own at the rear. Metal restraints unfolded from their carefully secured position as I approached, bare polymer actuators flexed and twitched to life in a clumsy imitation of the real mounts they were based on.

I turned around in front of it and the restraints began to guide me into their embrace. They firmly secured and immobilized my tail and limbs before lifting my entire body into the air. Override connectors snaked their way into ports revealed as the muscles sown into my armor flexed, an autonomous response to the specific electrical signal of my frame. As they connected, my mind began to fragment in a familiar way. I felt the connection to my body and artificial brain terminate in stages, gently but firmly separating us.

I gasped within my cockpit as carbon dioxide began to build inside me, the reflex normally overridden by direct blood oxygenation given to me by my body – no, by the warform I was piloting. The binocular eyes of the warform closed, and with it my vision was returned to my real body.

The pilot’s cradle was dark and claustrophobic, but the firm grip the seat held on me slowly began to release me as its cells shrank. I felt the frame settle the warform into its final reclining position as the layers of armor in front of my eyes began to open like a zipper.

The stomach of my warform flayed itself open to reveal the interior of the hangar. The frame carefully positioned the warform in front of a hanging catwalk and the heavy metal supports to either side of my warform grasped. I felt the machine sigh as the final connection it had to me was terminated and the cradle fully released me from its firm hold. Metal connectors along my spine unlocked from the seat and I pulled my arms down from above my head.

Climbing free of the cradle was always difficult, after such a long synchronization with the warform my own muscles felt stiff and unresponsive. A set of handles on articulated arms presented themselves to me and I pulled myself out of a reclining position onto the catwalk, the texture of the metal stabbed at my flesh through the polymer-weave wraps around my feet.

The stab resistant unitard that was standard for the females in the squad left the spine exposed to the air: Every motion, even breathing, made it feel like sandpaper against my skin even though I know the weave was nearly as fine as silk. The oversensitivity was normal, and thankfully the hangar lights were dimmed or else I’d have been blinded when the warform opened.

After twelve hours in the warform I needed to move to the grooming suite, but even thinking about scrubbing myself clean made my skin itch – and besides, the Director was waiting. I hissed with every step as I made my way toward the bridge. I passed scaled Vyrăis wayfarers who examined our warforms as they went about their business, marveling at the wonders of human innovation – innovations from a long, lost empire. I felt their quartet of eyes on me as I walked, fixated on one of the only humans alive.

I checked in my belt with its knife at the lockers near the exit of the hangar. I even risked the pain of pulling the cap from my head to release my hair, I hissed as even the relief of removing the tight cap brought pain with it.

By the time I entered the bridge I was feeling slightly better, at least enough that the lights didn’t immediately blind me.

The bridge of the Stargazer was a hodgepodge. There were as many science officers as actual security officers huddled around workstations, all keeping the vast machine that allowed us to deploy afloat. And the consoles were equally mixed, either standard as they would be in a normal Security transport or something that James and Evan had torn apart and put together again to interface with our warforms. Director Astrid Dromgoole paced along the raised platform running down its center, her authority amplified by the higher ground.

Director Dromgoole was in charge of the entire assembly, a position she continued to decry as a punishment in disguise as a promotion. She was Centillan, a long and slender people with short arms and legs tipped with clawed paws. Her long muzzle was tipped with a nose unparalleled in sniffing out criminals, and a chipped fang that flashed in the light as she turned to face me.

She walked away from the officer she’d been arched over, rising to her full height to tower over me as she demanded my report. I delivered it in my best imitation of her language, from what I knew they had many languages but that this one had become their trade standard because it was easiest for alien species to learn. Lots of species did that – except for humans, there were only seven of us around and we all spoke the same language.

I could imagine that my accent was terrible, the language was easy to learn but I could see her cringe on every other syllable. I tried to be terse for her sake, summarizing how the assault went for her from my perspective. As I spoke a science officer offered her a tablet that began to display other data we’d recovered, like the water-logged ledger Evan had managed to find. Her long whiskers twitched thoughtfully as I finished my report and scanned the data.

She growled her displeasure. She’d been hoping to find the “head of the serpent” during this raid. Unfortunately, other than the weapons, this pirate cache had been practically abandoned. With what amounted to a Centillan sigh, she asked me what my thoughts were.

I dutifully reported that my team and I were exhausted and needed to recover after a long synch. One of her round ears flicked at me in annoyance, but she agreed on the condition that I send her a memo on the subject as soon as I could.

She dismissed me, and I knocked my ankles together in my haste to perform a stiff Imperial salute. I managed to hold my expression of pain until after I’d exited the bridge. Now all we had to do was wait to return to the Home Ship and take an extremely unpleasant shower.

[ashbeetv]

Liz: Have you watched it.

Me: Have I watched... what?

Liz: Voltron s7 Trailer.

Me: SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BRB

[hypotheticalwoman]

Are you over 25 and love Voltron: Legendary Defender?

Great! Come hang out with all the other space dads and moms on our discord server, specifically for the fandom elderly. You’ll have to message me and tell me your age to get the invite (this is my equivalent of those tedious ‘are you 18?’ buttons) but after that you’ll be good to go! Come join us!

Shiro wants you to!

[wantonlywindswept]

WHY IS THE NEW SEASON OF VOLTRON ONLY SEVEN EPISODES LONG

[purposeofmymind]

me watching s4e4:

“Why does this seem so familiar?”

*flashbacks*

OH

[discoursecatharsis]

Why do you think klance will be canon? I think that ship is the only gay voltron ship where you imply it has a shot. Not even Shiro/gay is something you entertain. I'm not a klance shipper, but a lot of other klance shippers think it's going to be canon as well despite the execs hinting that it won't. Help me Liz, is it that fans of klance read a convincing meta that it'll be canon?

I don’t think it will be canon, Idk what I said that implied I did. 

And I’ve never really talked about Shiro’s sexuality now that I think about it, but I very much ship him with Keith obviously, so I think I do entertain Shiro/gay lol. 

My only reasoning with “what if Klance is canon tho?” is because the last lgbt+ ship in a cartoon I watched (Korrasami) really caught me off-guard, I didn’t notice the hints until after re-watching and I was like “oh, okay, makes sense.” And like 1% of me wouldn’t be surprised if Klance went that route too, because there are a couple scenes that I can honestly understand why Klance fans have hope that it’ll be canon, like the “we do make a good team” scene paralleling the lighting/camera angle of a scene with Hunk and Shay in particular, and a few other moments like that if you use shipping goggles. 

But the other 99% of me, the more realistic side, doesn’t think it’ll be canon, because we’re already 2/3rd’s of the way through the series and they’re barely even friends. They’re not gonna build on a Keith/Lance romance now, it’d be too rushed and out of left field, plus they have the rest of the Saving the Universe plot to deal with, that’s more important than romance. The only romance among the main characters that will get more development (and the only one I think may be canon in the end) is Allurance. 

And also I don’t think it’ll happen because of the number of times the staff has shut it down, as you said. I know they wouldn’t spoil, but if it was in their plans, I think they would be a little more subtle with this brushing it off and dismissing it. Whenever an interviewer asks a question that later turns out to be true/on the right path of the plot, they answer with “hmm I’m not gonna answer that right now, just wait and see.” But when someone brings up Klance, they’ve pretty much straight-up said “we can’t go back and make it happen even if fans want it” and “we didn’t expect Klance.”

[annoyinglyjovialbird]

Voltron: Next Generation

Zealous Approach: III

Word Count: 2791

A/N: Torture warning! Please skip ahead to line if uncomfortable with torture! Or skip chapter entirely if you don’t want to be sad.

Far away from where the Coeus rested, Yorak's massive battleship floated through at almost a crawl. The bridge was lifeless. No holoscreens were lit. Any chairs were gone. Through a labyrinth of halls lit by lowlight from above, soldiers stood ready at an escape pod with coordinates set for the colonies. The silence dragged on with the hours, just waiting. The Emperor was creative and cruel. Whatever his latest victim ended up looking, they were likely not going to make it to the colonies. The soldiers who stood guard at the metal door in the kitchen reserves would agree. When the cooling system in the freezer turned on, they could remain stone-faced. Unmovable. When it turned off, the memories of boot camp returned. The barely audible screams. The soldiers flinched and shook as the screams became louder, but weren't enough to give anyone else on the ship the pleasure of hearing. They remembered they were lucky it wasn't them. That was all. 

Inside the walk-in freezer, Yorak wore a cruel smile and a dark bodysuit. His victim was chained by her wrists to the ceiling. The woman wore a jade green shirt and light gray pants with matching boots. Her dark brown hair looked darker under the dim light in the freezer, blue eyes lifeless as she breathed heavily. Before her breath could even itself out, hot water forcefully sprayed onto her body. She shook her body, trying in vain to escape the scalding water. The chains shook, but never gave way. Ugly red marks were left on her pale skin where the spray hit her bare skin. Her clothes could provide only so much protection before they too were soaked in the hot water. At the temperature change, the freezer turned itself on and her screams were drowned out. As her screams died, the uselessness of her moving now apparent, her body now sagged, Yorak decided at last to restart his interrogation.

"Sammima," Yorak said, his smile growing impossibly wider. The woman shook as she strained her head to face the man. "You failed me. That is why you are here." 

"I-I'm sorry, Emperor." Sammima bowed her head, every word taking another breath. 

"Tell me." Yorak stepped forward so he was well-within Sammima's line of sight. "Why did the Black Paladin get away from you?" 

"I-I," Sammima began to violently shake, the once-hot water quickly freezing on her skin. 

"This will all stop when you tell me why the Black Paladin got away from you." Yorak was close enough to tuck a loose strand of dark hair behind Sammima's pointed ear. It was the only Altean trait the human half-breed had. That, and her inhuman strength. 

"They pushed us aside, ordering us to take shelter," Sammima said between shuddering breaths. "My son—"

"What about your son?" The faux care in Yorak's voice turned cold again, removing his hand from Sammima's face. "This is about the Paladins." 

"I was in position, but my son," Sammima tried not to meet the Emperor's cruel eyes. "He heard the Paladins and dragged me along to meet them." 

"Sammima, I have no patience for excuses." 

"I'm sorry, Emperor." 

The freezer turned itself off, but the woman still shook. Yorak was fine in his bodysuit glaring at the woman's meek form. The skin on her face had begun to turn waxy and the tips of her fingers were turning blue. Ugly red welts appeared on her neck where the spray was most concentrated. Her head was still down when she heard the freezer being knocked on. 

"She's ready." Yorak's voice was stiff. With weak movements, two soldiers came in to unchain her from her restraints, bringing her down to the floor. Sammima collapsed into a heap on the cold floor of the freezer. "Take her away. If she dies, her son will bear the weight of his crimes." Sammima was too tired to fight, to argue, to stand. Each of the soldiers hooked their arms under her armpits and dragged her out of the freezer. Before Sammima passed out, Yorak's tall form reminded her of the brave young man she remembered fondly so long ago. What happened to him? 

————

Keith was smoothing down as much of his dark hair as possible, tying it in a low ponytail as he made his way to the bridge. 

Through the door and into the bridge, his face fell as he saw Kova's stupid purple sweater. Her back was to him and the door, the bright blue screen at the windows lit up. 

"Good morning, Keith," Kova greeted without turning around. Caleb, in his chair a step below and to the right of Kova's podium, turned around to see the man. With a little wave, Caleb turned around, looking at the screen. 

"How did you know it was me?" Keith asked, approaching Kova to lean on her railing between Kova and Caleb. 

"A teen with strict parents knows." Kova finally looked up from her holoscreen to meet his eyes. "And we were running the cameras for software updates." She pointed to a small part of the screen that had been obscured by Kova. She was right. Cake, with his tongue sticking out, was much too close to the camera, looking at something directly above it. 

"Now?" Cake said, looking directly at the camera. His voice seemed to surround Keith, and he looked at the walls hoping to figure out where it came from. Kova pressed a finger to her ear to respond. 

"Yeah, we're good." Cake made a little air pump, then got down from the small step ladder he was using to be so close to the camera in the first place. 

"You added audio?" Keith asked, staring at the screen. 

"We didn't add anything. We just improved it." Kova closed the camera feed and stared at the empty screen. "Now." 

One by one, multiple screens lit up as Cake happily sang.

"SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL!" Cake sang to the engine room, putting the step ladder just inside the door. "THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN!" He happily marched his way to the bridge. For every syllable, he marched one step. "SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEL! YEAH!" With the last word, Cake's voice came from the hallway next to the bridge. With both hands in the air and a smile on his face, Cake posed for the camera. 

"Cake!" Kova yelled. 

"Coming!" Cake panicked and ran to the bridge, almost missing the door entirely. Keith stared at him with an incredulous look, but Cake walked past him with the little dignity he had left and sat down in his chair. One by one, the cameras turned off except for the one in front of Shiro's room. His door had opened, looking into the empty hallway. At last, he looked up at the camera and pointed at it with one finger. 

"No." With that, he walked back into his room. 

"Software update." 

"The cameras take a tick to come online, but," Kova shrugged. "It works." 

"I can agree with that." 

"Time for our next order of business." Kova moved her head from side to side, hoping to pop her neck. "Allie, did we find anything on Vatos's mom?" 

"Good news is yes, the bad news is no," Allie said, uploading her screen to the larger one. "Her name is Sammima Clarke, a half-Altean and half-human hybrid." A woman appeared on the screen, with very dark hair swept to the side and tied in a bun and light blue eyes. 

"She doesn't have Altean markings," Caleb pointed out, and Allie nodded. 

"It's odd, but it isn't uncommon," Allie explained, showing a side-profile of Sammima. "Her file says she has Altean strength, ears, and others." 

"Other?" 

"Probably something else. I'm too young to develop past these." Allie patted her markings with her fingers, showing them to her team. Keith stared at the girl with questions, but the team moved on. 

"So we found her official Altean file," Kova started. 

"But we can't find her." Allie finished the sentence. "Maybe she worked for the Emperor?" Allie turned around, glancing at Keith as she spoke. Kova shook her head, looking at the woman. 

"She isn't half-Galra, there's no point." Kova stared into the woman's eyes until a thought came to mind. "I've got an idea, but I gotta talk to Kenny first." 

"This isn't something you can share with us?" Caleb said, turning around. Both Keith and Kova stared at him. Kova was side-eyeing Keith, hoping to get the point across. The realization struck Caleb just as Keith spoke. 

"Why can't you share?" Keith turned his head to stare at Kova, who leaned herself against her screen in a second of panic. "On top of that, why are you guys in here? Isn't our turn?" 

"Dad is making the schedule as we speak. And no." 

"If we're going to be taking over for you guys, shouldn't we know what's going on?" 

"We already covered technical with my dad and Pidge," Cake spoke up. 

"Allie and I have medical covered," Liz said. 

"Dad will be in charge of the main console, and you'll be in my seat." Caleb was next, crossing his arms. 

"We're in here because we didn't want to wake up Kenny and Vatos." Allie was last, looking up. 

"We haven't eaten breakfast yet," Kova explained, running a hand through her hair. "Patience yields focus." Before Keith could say anything in response, the screen showing a warning. Opening it up, the teens stared. 

"Starting tracking!" Liz said, typing away at her screen. 

"Do you want us to intercept?" Cake asked. 

"No, take a mold and track it!" Kova ordered. "Liz, give me a BLIP reading!" Liz swiped at her screen, passing it onto the larger screen, and someone to Kova's right took it as Liz began to take a reading. The small pod appeared to contain only one person, with very low readings. Whoever was inside wouldn't make it to their destination without dying. 

"We need to intercept," Keith said, staring at the screen. 

"I agree." Kova made her way out of the bridge, removing her sweater as she did so. Caleb stood to follow her, but Keith stood in his way. With a pointed stare, Liz stood up and followed Kova out. 

"There are some fights you need to wait and watch before you make a move." Caleb sat down, Keith's words setting in. Wait and watch? 

The Black and Green Lions left the transport bays, heading towards the fast-moving pod. The Black Lion flew in front of the pod, catching its jaw. Inside, Kova pushed the controls forward, hoping to counteract the speed. Liz unboarded the Green Lion, hopping inside the small pod. 

There was only a holoscreen showing the coordinates and a wide back area where a figure lay collapsed under a thick sheet. 

"Green to Coeus, prepare med bay." Allie stood up, getting to the med bay as quickly as she could. "Hello?" Liz said, crouching to see the person's face. The person was shivering, shaking violently. The tips of their fingers and their lips were blue, but an ugly welt on the inside of their neck made it seem like they were worse off than they should. "I'm getting you out of here. Ready?" Liz said, picking up the figure by her armpits. She bit down on her lips as she marched herself towards the hatch she had come in from. Using the sheet as a wrap, Liz managed to hoist the person through the hole, over her shoulder, and into her Lion. Laying the person down in the back of the cockpit, Liz ran to her chair and took off. 

Watching the Green Lion fly around, the Black Lion let the pod go underneath them, watching it fly into the distance. 

The Lions returned to the bay, Liz and Allie took the figure into the med bay and began trying to treat them, and the rest of the team anxiously ate breakfast while the pair worked. 

"Colonel and Kova Shirogane to the med bay, thank you." Allie said over the intercom, just as Shiro had served himself a plate and Kova finished hers. They both stood, with Kova seeming more anxious than before. 

Liz looked exhausted and defeated, with Allie nowhere to be found. She looked up as the Shiroganes walked in. 

"Allie confirmed," Liz started. "That's Sammima Clarke." 

"And?" Kova asked, approaching the window. Liz looked down. 

"We can't save her." Liz clenched her hands into fists. "She requested the Black Paladin and the Colonel." 

"She's talking?" Shiro asked, opening the door. 

"Not for long." She looked up again, staring at the figure in the bed. Allie was at her bedside, holding Sammima's hand and brushing her hair away from her face. 

"Sammima?" Shiro said, stepping into the room. Kova stood at the door, placing a hand on Liz's shoulder before walking in herself. "I am Colonel Takashi Shirogane." Allie tried to walk away, but Sammima's strength came back if only to keep Allie at her side. 

"I'm Kovalia Shirogane, Paladin of the Black Lion," Kova said, standing at the foot of the bed. Sammima struggled to breathe, but she managed to speak. 

"Yorak wants you dead, Colonel," Sammima said, meeting Shiro's eyes, then turned to Kova. "For stealing you away." 

"Sammima," Kova said, coming around to where Allie stood. "Have you been to Earth?" The woman smiled as her eyes softened. 

"My father took me there many times. I grew up there. In a little house, with a big willow tree in the backyard." 

"Have you ever met a TJ in your time?" 

"Yes." She breathed, turning her head towards the ceiling. "So nice. So smart. So handsome. Nothing like whatever he turned into." Sammima's eyes became sad, a tear coming from her eye. She turned her head to the side to meet Allie's tearful gaze. "I hope my son never turns out like him." 

"I promise, Sammima," Kova said, as Allie choked back a sob. "No harm will come to your boy." 

"My crimes are mine to bear," Sammima said, staring at the ceiling again. "Mine to bear." The heart monitor bounced a few more times as the O2 levels lowered until the monitor read a flatline and low O2 levels. Kova held Allie as she sobbed. The young girl was led out while Shiro raised the sheet over Sammima's face. 

After a few hours, the former Paladins and the Shirogane clan were on the bridge. Caleb sat in his chair with Kova sitting on the step next to him. Pidge and Hunk took seats in Liz and Cake's seats, respectively. Keith was annoyed in Allie's seat, arms crossed. Shiro was in front of the team, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 

"We have to cremate the body," Kova said, muffled by her own cheeks as she squished them with her fists. "It's what we were trained to do." 

"We can't just," Hunk said, making little hand gestures. "Launch her?" 

"Or send her back to Altea?" Pidge asked, looking to Shiro. Shiro sighed. 

The teens were right. 

All bodies had to be cremated because they aren't degradable in space, unlike ocean burials or traditional burials. The problem was the Coeus. The Coeus was built before this law became law at all. Before the Garrison Council and the Galactic Coalition. The Coeus doesn't have a cremator unless you count the thrusters as a make-shift one. That was when the idea of respect for the deceased came up. 

The Coeus would have to land, and with Yorak becoming more desperate, it was dangerous. 

"We don't know if the pod would cross through Fire sectors, and they might intercept or attack the pod before it gets there." Caleb was arguing for landing the Coeus. Kova was with him. 

"We have to land." Kova stretched her arms over her head, giving her cheeks a break. 

"How are you going to make a fire hot enough to turn the body into ash?" Keith asked, turning around to face Kova. 

"We made a welder. I'm sure making a hot enough fire won't be that bad." 

"We can't land. We can just eject and go." 

"We have to land." 

"No, we don't." 

"It's space law. I'm not committing another felony." 

"What?" 

"Enough," Shiro said, the two sides finally quieting. "All in favor of landing, raise a hand." Kova, Caleb, and Keith raised a hand. Shiro also raised a hand. Keith turned to Pidge and Hunk at the other side of the room, who stared at him in surprise. Just as quickly, they accepted the landing. 

The Coeus would find itself on a dwarf planet, named Vyria 1RC, within hours. The teens flew around in the Lions, practicing their moves as they planned ahead.

[emcscared-whumps]

heya thanks for the tag!

3 Ships: Uhh... also not a big shipper here lol I don't often care for ships in media, I prefer to get invested in OCs, so Timmy/Pete is WHERE IT'S AT, although I was very disappointed by Keith/Lance (from Voltron: Legendary Defender (I think that's the full name)) not being canon (the character dynamics, arc, and development are so much better suited to this ship than Keith/Allura (spelling?) and you can't change my mind), and ig if i had to choose one more, it'd be Elspeth and Rushton (from The Obernewtyn Chronicles), they're main and canon tho, but it's slow burn and the whole series is LONG AF, so it boils down to waiting for them to [redacted] and Bond/be betrothed

First Ship: Timmy/Pete, technically Liz/Pete, I never intended for there to be any actual romance, but Here We Are (they really do have minds of their own huh)

Last Song: The Dreamyard by Kunning Fox (a cover of a Pokemon area theme ^-^)

Last Movie: uHHH a movie specifically... Dang... well I Intentionally watched Wednesday, but that doesn't count bc it's not a movie... I think I watched part of a Bond movie that was on TV

Currently Reading: Hurt and Comfort: A Whump Anthology, The Obernewtyn Chronicles by Isobelle Carmody, Demon Slayer by Koyoharu Gotouge, and teeeechnically The Runebinder Chronicles by Alex R. Kahler, since I got halfway through the first book, liked it, and wanted to wait to get the rest of the trilogy(?) before bingeing reading it all, and then the various whump series I'm following here ^-^

Currently Consuming: A hot chocolate, but the place didn't have any mint syrup so i cant get my mint hot choccie like usual, (and the manager looking lady i dont know so well wasnt nice but literally everyone else was so im a bit >:[ ) but i ordered a medium size, and it's just. Milk basically. So I'm not currently consuming it, im taking it home with me to out cooking chocolate in it

Currently Craving: Timmy/Pete hurt/comfort, and also soy rice cracker thingies... They're crunchy and savoury and I love them and I want them... There was also one version of them that were all round orange shaped with the soy glaze and dried seaweed and they were incredibly spicy but I haven't had them since I was a kid, and I haven't been able to find them again T^T (that one there is a lifelong craving tbh)

Tagging, no pressure: @willowtreewhump @talonsaga-trash @suspicious-whumping-egg @painful-pooch @kira-the-whump-enthusiast and whoever else wants to participate :3

Get to Know Me Better Tag Game

thanks @blood-is-compulsory for the tag!

Rules: answer the questions and tag some people you want to get to know better.

3 Ships: i’m not really into ‘shipping’ so much tbh? or fandom stuff in general. just kinda play around with ocs lol

First ship: i have no idea tbh. probably some characters from warrior cats

Last song: gay pirates by cosmo jarvis

Last movie: recently rewatched the tale of the princess kaguya, my favorite movie of all time

Currently reading: various whump stories

Currently consuming: i just ate some macaroni

Currently craving: seaweed

tagging @barebarb @t0rture-me @whumperstorm @soursagas @whumpyzombie @emcscared-whumps

[some-cookie-crumbz]

New and Improved Fic Schedule

New and Improved Fic Schedule

Okay, gonna try and be brief with the nitty-gritty details here so I can get you all to the good stuff!

I’ll be going on a six-seven week hiatus starting the first week of April due to my school load getting heavier and the one-year anniversary of my dad’s suicide on April 21st. I will try to keep checking in on my account, but my activity is gonna be way less.

I will still be participating in Kidge Week. I have already written a good chunk of the fills for it and, as such, will schedule the posts ahead of time so they’ll release on the right days. The only day I will not be uploading ahead of time is April 22nd, since I want to take the time to make my post about all the other wonderful Kidge shippers out there myself. I will be aiming to still participate in Hance month, but I may only complete a handful of prompt fills.

All multi-chapters are being side-lined until at least June, due to school, but there are also a couple new projects in the work, so that also has an effect. Also, if I find the time to write up any additional one-shots, I’ll upload those as well. I’ll also need to see about maybe getting a Beta reader to look over the chapters for me before uploading - excluding LMv.tW, as I already have a Beta for that story – so I might make a separate post seeking one out as we get closer to June.

There are 3 categories under the “Read More”; Main Projects, Developing Projects, and Undefined Projects.

Main Projects are ones that I have already started writing/ completed the outlining process for and have defined start dates, plots, and release schedules. These are the projects that I’ll be focusing on most of the time and can be expected from me on a regular basis.

Developing Projects are ones that I would like to write, but as of now are more ghosts of a thought than concrete works. These have the potential to be scrapped or, should I decide I myself do not want to write them, will be offered out to any writer interested in taking them on themselves. If a project is dropped, I’ll make a post letting everyone know I’m offering the idea over to another set of creative hands.

Undefined Projects are projects I have every intention of writing, but are a bit wider in scope/range and I am unsure of how far ahead in development they’ll be when I start making them more public. These are projects that I have started to write/ draft, but I have done very little in the way of determining where to end the project off at. Basically, these are stories that have no end goal in sight. This projects will have no upload date or upload schedule, as such, and will be more sporadic in when I choose to work on them.

Main Projects (Fics will be listed in chronological order based on release date.)

Dress Rehearsal: Voltron (Kidge, sidelined Hance): After publically calling out the shady business practices of Galra Tech, acclaimed actor Keith Kogane finds himself the subject of both an attempted assassination and threat of blackmail. Undeterred, he feels no fear at the prospect of making an enemy of the powerful conglomerate. Worried about his safety, both physically and his privacy being violated, his agent, Allura LeAltea, calls upon the help of an old charm school friend of hers. Enter Katie Holt; renowned tech prodigy and secret hacker known as Pidge Gunderson, hired on to be Keith’s personal bodyguard. The only catch? The two must pretend to be dating to assure that Katie can tag along with him wherever he goes without cueing Galra Tech into knowing their threats have had an effect. Release Date: June 15th, 2018 Update Schedule: Bi-Weekly Note: Only thing changing for this story is that it has a finalized update schedule and a proper working title.

Lance McClain vs. The World: Voltron (Hance, sidelined Kidge): After getting involved with a charming young engineering student named Hunk Garrett after meeting at a bar, Lance McClain finds himself getting dragged into a series of events that seem to be ripped right out of a comic book. He is given a warning from the leader of something called “Team Voltron”; a group of Hunk’s ex-lovers and close personal friends, dedicated to determining the worthiness of Hunk’s suitors through various competitive means. Never one to back down from a challenge, Lance agrees to the terms and is forced to learn various new skills and talents in order to compete with the roster of powerful opponents he faces. Release Date: June 29th, 2018 Update Schedule: Weekly Note: Pushed this one back a bit but also gave it a defined update schedule, so there’s that!

Lowlife: Voltron (Kidge): Inspired by the song of the same title by Poppy. After being framed for the murder of her own brother, Katie Holt is forced to flee to the bustling metropolis of Marmora, a city where anyone can disappear in an instance. Assuming the new identity of Pidge Gunderson, she tries to settle into life, despite the constant feeling of being watched. After an evening snack run takes an unexpected turn, Pidge ends up with a roommate who goes by the moniker Blade, a young man with a story all-too-similar to hers. Together, the two set out on a mission to uncover the truth and clear their actual names… While trying not to kill each other. Release Date: August 17th, 2018 Update Schedule: Bi-Weekly Note: I decided to place a month between when any new multi-chapter fics will be coming out to avoid burning myself out. My plan is that I should be close to having finished both my other projects by the time this one drops. This project will most likely be a bit on the shorter side, as it will center almost completely on the two goofballs, but I’m really excited to work on it! Hopefully it’ll be a fun adventure for you all as well!

Story Time: Soul Eater (SoMa): Soul Evans has been struggling with life as a single father for roughly three years now; working two jobs and odd hours to support himself and his precious daughter, Harmony. Upon the announcement of his older brother, Wes, getting married, he is begged to return home to help with preparing for the ceremony and to be his brother’s Best Man. Feeling that he’ll have better opportunities with his family’s support and more time to spend with Harmony, Soul agrees to moving back to Death City. Through fate and circumstance, Soul meets Maka Albarn, the writer of his daughter’s favorite series of children’s books and intended Maid of Honor to Liz Thompson, Wes’ fiancée, and the two get along pretty well. And, perhaps from there, more will develop between them. Release Date: September 28th, 2018 Update Schedule: Bi-Weekly Note: Again, another one where nothing really changes. This story is mostly just going to be domestic, romantic fluff, but I think it’ll have some nice touches to make it stand out.

Twilight: Voltron (Kidge): One night, Matthew Holt disappeared from his room without a trace. In the time that he’d been gone, his younger sister, Katie Holt, has been frantically pushing for more action to be taken in bringing her brother home; believing he has been whisked away to the deadly mystery of the forest around their small village of Kerberos. With her brother missing, her mother’s health rocky in her grief, and her father away to help a neighboring village with a fast-spreading illness, she is struggling to maintain not only all effort to bring her brother home alive, but also keep the family farm up to its normal functionality. The Head of the Village Guard, Thace Kogane, insists that she accept the help of his two children, Keith and Allura, to assist her with the farm. Initially cold and distant, Katie slowly warms up to the duo and finds that they may be able to offer her more help in finding her brother, as well as unraveling the mysteries of the dark forest just outside the fences of their small village. Release Date: October 31st, 2018 Update Schedule: Monthly Note: Decided that I want to push this one back to Halloween for very specifics reasons. Also, because this is a project with a lot of world building and establishment to it, I want to give myself/ any potential Beta plenty of time to go over it to make sure everything makes sense.

 Developing Projects

Keidge Month Day 30 Prompt: Voltron (Kidge, potential other pairings as I develop it further): Not gonna say too much about this one, as I want it to be a surprise, but basically a canon-divergent story that would fall more inline with the headcanons I had in the very first Kidge fic I ever wrote, which Day 30 will also kind of expand on in a way. Note: If I do decide to pursue this project, it’ll most likely end up under the Undefined Projects category.

Starring Role: Voltron (Lanlura, mentions/hints of Lotura, sidelined Kidge): Inspired by the song of the same name by Marina and the Diamonds. Lance understands that, as far as things go, Allura doesn’t really need him. Gorgeous, confident, intelligent Allura Altea could have any guy she wanted at the snap of her fingers. They all trip over themselves to just catch a glimpse of her as she wanders the campus of Olkari University. But, for whatever reason, he’s the one she calls upon when the nights are cold and lonely. He knows that someday she’ll realize he isn’t worth her time, but until then? Until then, he’ll enjoy pretending that there’s more to their nights together. He’s always been a showman, after all. Note: I fell into Lanlura Hell and I am not sure I want to crawl out yet. I’ve been entertaining the idea of writing something a bit more on the bittersweet side of things (though I’d probably end up giving it a happy ending because I AM WEAK). Plus, Lance would give Allura everything, even if it could break his little heart.

A Mirror’s Edge: Voltron (Lanlura, sidelined Kidge): For centuries, the Galra have pitted the families of Altea and Terrain against one another, framing the other for assassination after assassination, hoping the two noble bloods would wipe one another out so that Galra may control the entirety of the city. Tired of the bloodshed and scorn on the streets, the Grand Duke Mage of Voltron creates a magic veil; a mirror made of illusion and incantation, to keep the two warring families from coming in direct contact with one another. But even magical bonds do not always hold against forces of a different kind, forces that songs and poems and theater have been written about. This is the tale of how two young children, belonging to House Altea and House Terrain, happen a glance through the mirror’s glamour and find the spark of something more enchanted in between. Note: I fucking hate Romeo and Juliet but damn if the stupid thing doesn’t give a lot of room to play and come up with some fun ideas! I have already started to develop a whole world for this one fic but, again, I am unsure if I want to do a full exploration of it (or, also, if I might want to use my own characters for this one).

Seashells and Scallops: Voltron (Plance or Lanlura, I swing both ways, with potential side pairings if I decide to pursue this project): After being saved from drowning by what can only be called a mermaid, Prince Lance of the Azure Isles, falls in love with his rescuer. Mermaids, however, are tricky and mysterious creatures, leaving him with almost no chance to meet his dream girl again; at least, not without taking fate into his own hands. In exchange for his voice, a witch on the outskirts of his city trades his legs out for a tail and gills. He has six months to woo the young mermaid and have his feelings reciprocated, or be fed to the witch’s pet sleeping deep in the murky depths. Note: A Little Mermaid AU with a twist! I like to subvert tropes, and this seems like something Lance would absolutely do.

 Undefined Projects

The Star Witch: Voltron (Kidge, potential others as I develop the story): A continuation of my Keidge Month Day 25 Prompt fill. Would further their relationship, probably get a little spicy, probably have an incredibly tragic end. Might warrant having a sequel series, or just being a really long running multi-chapter fic?

Copper and Indigo: Voltron (Kidge, potential others as I develop the story): It’s the Soul Eater!Kidge AU I’ve been planning out! Haven’t yet finished the finalization of everything, as I want to wait a little longer on the poll, but this will be coming! And it will be coming soon!

Time, Space, and Everything Between: Voltron (Kidge, potential others as I develop the story): A continuation of my Keidge Month Day 15 Prompt fill. I have an idea for a good chunk of the beginning, but it’s simply determining where I want to go through the middle and end. I want to have it still follow some of the series, specifically in regards to them all piloting the Lions, but then it becomes a question of to what extent and where I’d want to end things off at. But I am most certainly going to be doing more with this!